The blood drips.
From mangled bodies.
It drips on the ground.
AS the bodies are thrown out or the car.
Many just fell asleep.
Into a deep sleep never to awake.
They are also gone,
Thrown onto the cold hard ground.
THE grass looks wet with dew.
It is cold out soon to be winter I think.
I have lost track of days and time.
Is it the same year?
What time is it?
When is the time for the next meal?
Not that food will come.
We eat the snow all around.
On some people or the ground.
Unsure of what to do I close my eyes.
I just hope I do die than get to the camp.
As my heart stops I draw in my last breath.
